Waning Moon

Three years ago, he ran rampant in Africa, undeniably the King of Soldier Kings. Three years later, he returned to the city, carless, houseless, and constantly in trouble. 
Applying to be a security guard at a company, switching from the battlefield to the office, he's low key, clever, with depth. Even security guards can have their moment in the spring.
Every time someone asked him, why are you always the unlucky one?
Basil Jaak would shyly say, it's just because I'm too obviously handsome!
...

Close body King of Soldiers

Basil Jaak returned home at eleven o'clock in the evening after dropping Jessica Flack off. He didn't expect the lights to still be on when he walked in.


"Ha, didn't you say that staying awake past ten-thirty is detrimental for women? Why are you still up?" Jaak teased Xenia Wendleton, who was sitting on the couch watching television.


Wendleton glanced at Jaak and retorted grumpily, "I'm waiting for you, that's why!"


"Waiting for me? For what?" Jaak asked curiously.


Wendleton explained, "Will your method work? I have an interview tomorrow, and I'm really nervous."


"Have some confidence in yourself, alright?" Jaak sat next to Wendleton with a smile. "Some people are born musicians, spontaneously bursting into dance without needing to be taught; some people are born writers, reciting poetry off the top of their heads. But you... you are a born fool. Acting silly and clueless doesn't need any effort for you, just play yourself and you're all good."


Chapter 347: Krystal Flack's Plea_1